Author Archives: Alexandra Franzen

So here’s how it is. I block out ten days for a vacation-eque family traipse-a-thon. No client sessions. No phone calls. No autographs, please. It’s a glorious joy-romp of gold-star theater, heart-wrenching films, Iron Chef-worthy meals, and leisurely frolics from … Continue reading

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1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself — not the life others expected of me. 2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard. 3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my … Continue reading

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Admission: I’m feeling a bit . . . jaded. And it’s not a good color on me. I’m tired of watching emerging entrepreneurs flagellate themselves, because they’re not ‘as far along’ as they think they should be, or as their … Continue reading

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So. I’m asking . . . When’s the last time you took someone’s breath away? . . . with an exquisite, full-body hug that wrapped clean around the wound? . . . with a long-time-coming kiss that answered every question? … Continue reading

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Stepping on a rusty screw. Slamming your fingers in a meat locker. Attending a children’s brass band competition. All undeniably TORTUOUS. But writing a bio for your website? Shouldn’t be painful in the slightest. Trust me on this. “Ah, easy … Continue reading

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es·cape [ih-skeyp] verb, es·caped, es·cap·ing, noun, adjective verb (used without object) 1. to slip or get away, as from confinement or restraint; gain or regain liberty: to escape from jail. 2. to slip away from pursuit or peril; avoid capture, … Continue reading

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I’m fascinated by the cyclical pulse of PRAISE. We want it. We seek it. We give it. And when it comes to our vocations & livelihood, sometimes we need it. Praise provides encouragement . . . validation . . . … Continue reading

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One of the sublime pleasures of designing your own career is getting to CHOOSE your own job title. Better still? You can get it printed on luxe, heavy-weight cardstock, and start dishing out ‘now we’re in business!’ cards. And you … Continue reading

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It was a hectic hullabaloo of panties, ponies & bulbous probosci. Dreadfully beautiful. Exquisitely hideous. So frantic, I could barely breath. And sublimely, unmistakably Frank Gaard. I was standing in the center of the Poison & Candy collection at The … Continue reading

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By day, she’s a budding copywriter. By noon, she’s a princess at Medieval Times. And by night, she’s a go-go-dancer. She’s Eveleena Fults. She’s building a brand identity & website to anchor her freelance writing services. And a few days … Continue reading

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